"will engage in an [[#|online]] discussion about the book by creating a Book Page on this Wiki. You will post responses and use the Discussion Board on [[#|your]] page for [[#|your]] interactions. You will post responses and respond to others posts. Each student will contribute a minimum of 3 thoughtful reader responses for the book (Ideas will be discussed in [[#|class]])." 50pts.
"Starting [[#|your]]literature circle. Why did the author write this book? Find an interview. [[#|Check]] out the authors web site. What other pieces has this author written? Have you read them? Generate questions that come to [[#|your]] mind as you explore. Make this one of your first discussion posts."
Devyn Maguire
4/4/13
Reader’s Responses
1. Poem on Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse
Poem is about how I felt while reading the book…
How strange how the actions of one affect so many
Life can change so quickly
Such a young girl to experience so much sadness and loss
Her life seems so helpless and hopeless
But wait!
There is hope yet
In time her hands heal
Her passion returns
Her father’s heart heals
His passion returns
The land heals
Its life returns
I see how all they needed was time...
2. Create a crossword puzzle based on the story
This is just a sample of what a crossword on the book would look like (for some reason the formatting is off not sure why)
Allie Romolo's Reader Response:
1. This is a poem I wrote about the Dust Bowl after reading the book and doing some research on that time period.
THE DUST BOWL The wind strong and heavy, Swirling the dust around my town. Its in every crack of the house, No one is to be found.
I pray that maybe one day, The drought will come to and end. But until that day is here, There will be many hearts to mend.
My fathers job is buried, No green fields are in our sight. For the whole land is covered, While many farmers live in fright.
My family has decided to move, Hoping opportunity waits out west. Although that is quite a distance, There is no time for us to rest.
The dust keeps building up, Taking over the life I once had. I try to escape the mess, But the memories are too sad.
The deaths of many loved ones, The common depression winning all, I tried to keep my head up, But it just continues to fall.
All that is left is love, Hopes, spirits and dreams. For one day this will all be over, But that wont be forever, it seems. Readers Response 2:Out of the Dust BINGO by Allie Romolo
"Starting [[#|your]] literature circle. Why did the author write this book? Find an interview. [[#|Check]] out the authors web site. What other pieces has this author written? Have you read them? Generate questions that come to [[#|your]] mind as you explore. Make this one of your first discussion posts."
Devyn Maguire
4/4/13
Reader’s Responses
1. Poem on Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse
Poem is about how I felt while reading the book…
How strange how the actions of one affect so many
Life can change so quickly
Such a young girl to experience so much sadness and loss
Her life seems so helpless and hopeless
But wait!
There is hope yet
In time her hands heal
Her passion returns
Her father’s heart heals
His passion returns
The land heals
Its life returns
I see how all they needed was time...
2. Create a crossword puzzle based on the story
This is just a sample of what a crossword on the book would look like (for some reason the formatting is off not sure why)
Allie Romolo's Reader Response:
1. This is a poem I wrote about the Dust Bowl after reading the book and doing some research on that time period.
THE DUST BOWL
The wind strong and heavy,
Swirling the dust around my town.
Its in every crack of the house,
No one is to be found.
I pray that maybe one day,
The drought will come to and end.
But until that day is here,
There will be many hearts to mend.
My fathers job is buried,
No green fields are in our sight.
For the whole land is covered,
While many farmers live in fright.
My family has decided to move,
Hoping opportunity waits out west.
Although that is quite a distance,
There is no time for us to rest.
The dust keeps building up,
Taking over the life I once had.
I try to escape the mess,
But the memories are too sad.
The deaths of many loved ones,
The common depression winning all,
I tried to keep my head up,
But it just continues to fall.
All that is left is love,
Hopes, spirits and dreams.
For one day this will all be over,
But that wont be forever, it seems.
Readers Response 2:Out of the Dust BINGO by Allie Romolo